Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.